Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nirvana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.